Make a break for it now

 Seeing your opportunity, you stomp down hard on the humans booted foot, twist and lunge away from your slack jawed captor, wrenching yourself loose from his grip and sending you staggering a half dozen steps before you recover you balance, to your left you spy a narrow alleyway running between the barracks and the smithy and race towards it, you have not gone more than two dozen steps before you hear a man bellow in rage coming from behind you, glancing back you see the Imperial in pursuit limping slightly and falling further behind you with every step, turning  a corner in the alley you smirk knowing that the heavily armored soldier cannot hope to match your greater speed.

   A roar like thunder fills the sky and ahead of you a thick line of white hot fire spears downward into the smithy and part of its stone wall explodes outwards into the alleyway in an eruption of flames, dust and shattered bricks, somewhere above you a massive shape races by overhead, the details of its form lost in the thick cloud of grey dust now filling the alley.

   A sudden stab of pain shots up and down your leg as you stumble over an unseen piece of rubble and finally stagger to a halt, coughing heavily in the dust filled air and waving your hands around you in a vain effort to thin out the cloud, you can see little, the haze of dust and smoke obscuring your sight beyond a dozen feet in any direction.  

   From the corner of your eye you think you glimpse movement and turn but see nothing, a moment later a metallic clatter comes from somewhere behind, spinning around you squint uncertainly into the haze, eyes straining to make out anything through the murk.   The sound of movement and metal comes again, this time from somewhere to your right, you see a armored figure racing towards you out of the dust cloud, while his armor was now dulled by dust and missing both his shield, helm and gauntlets you knew this man, it was in fact the very same guard you had escaped before becoming lost in the dust cloud.

   Before you can react the human slams into you his greater weight and speed bearing you to the ground beneath him, “What, did you think you could get away from me Thalmor bitch?” he sneers down at you, His hands seize the front of the flimsy prison issue tunic you wore, heavily muscled forearms flex and the shirt is torn in half from waist to collar, the ragged flaps falling to the side exposing most of your large breasts, and their small red nipples.  You frantically try to shove the human off of you but it’s impossible, he must be nearly double your weight even without the remnants of his armor.  After a shamefully brief struggle he manages to trap both of your wrists in one of his massive hands ignoring both your ineffectual struggles and snarled curses equally, he lowers his head to your breasts and runs his tongue up the swell of your breast and around the nipple his tongue lingers and the nipple hardens, his free hand is touching the other breast, caresses spiraling inward to the nipple and away again.  You don’t want to admit it but the guard is quite skilled with both his hands and tongue and you can feel yourself growing wet.

   The caressing hand moves lower, leaving your breast behind and drifting down across your ribs before slowing over your stomach, fingers dipping below the drawstring of the coarse pants you wore, he smirks at you when he feels the dampness, evidence of your growing arousal, his fingers tangle in the cloth of your pants and yank, a few quick tugs on the cloth and a slight shift of his weight on your body quickly have the pants completely off of you, revealing your long slender legs and hairless quim, it's lips already glistening with moisture.

   His right hand is now roaming around your left breast, alternately massaging the breast and squeezing and flicking your nipples. Meanwhile, his other hand is running up and down your slit, teasing your entrance, but not yet entering you. He then move his hand up to your clit and slowly rub circles around it, you let out a small moan at the sudden pleasure.   He abandons your clit and runs his fingers along your slit once more, this time slipping one finger ever so slightly inside you. He takes his finger out and resumes rubbing your clit once more, then returns to your slit and pushing two fingers inside you this time. His teasing is driving you wild, you’re right on the verge of orgasm, breathing in moans and gasps, and grinding against the human with abandon. 

   He rears back from you, one hand fumbling at his belt clasps, a moment later the belt and the armored skirt it supported had fallen from his body, revealing a pair of well muscled legs and a large erect penis between them, moving forwards he places the tip of his penis against the outer lips of your sopping wet quim and begins pressing forwards, a scream of ecstasy breaks from your lips, your orgasm washing over you as the human bottoms out inside you.  Slowly he starts to withdraw, your groan of dismay turning mid sound into a gasp of pleasure as he slams himself back into you, fast and hard every thrust bringing a gasp of pleasure, another orgasm breaks over you as his hands drift up your chest and resume their earlier work of stroking and caresses.  

   The nameless human throws back his head and roars as he unloads deep inside of you, the sudden swell of heat in your belly bringing you to a third stunning orgasm in as few minutes, he sags to the ground beside you as you collapse backwards onto the cobblestones, both of you panting frantically and staring up at the sky.